"Anyway, with the economy six feet under and Christmas running on about three and a half reindeer, it's nice to know that one of the best presents you can give is still absolutely free. Hope."
- Rick Reilly
Monday, January 5, 2009
Soundtrack For Life:
A hymn of praise when morning has broken.
Kind of blue for a lonely day.
Bach to water the bone-dry deserts of grief.
Blues for breaking up.
Bed chamber music for making up.
Opus #1 when life is all about "me, me, me."
Rap for talking back.
Hum Hum Hum when you're tuning someone out.
A Greek chorus of mothers to sing "I told you so" along the way.
Classic rock to keep you forever young,
Country to keep you grounded,
Reggae for the Roots Woman in you.
Got respect? Check!
Whether you're playing solo or part of a duet...
Write the lyrics to your own life and belt it out.
LIP SYNCHING IS FOR SISSIES!
Kind of blue for a lonely day.
Bach to water the bone-dry deserts of grief.
Blues for breaking up.
Bed chamber music for making up.
Opus #1 when life is all about "me, me, me."
Rap for talking back.
Hum Hum Hum when you're tuning someone out.
A Greek chorus of mothers to sing "I told you so" along the way.
Classic rock to keep you forever young,
Country to keep you grounded,
Reggae for the Roots Woman in you.
Got respect? Check!
Whether you're playing solo or part of a duet...
Write the lyrics to your own life and belt it out.
LIP SYNCHING IS FOR SISSIES!
Detours = Your Destination
Get off the grid.
Take a trip that scares your pants off.
Pack a treasure map instead of a road map.
Take a trip that scares your pants off.
Pack a treasure map instead of a road map.
Let go of happy endings and live an imperfect life.
Be unprepared.
Improvise.
What would happen if you disconnected? From CNN, Facebook, email, breaking news?
Make DETOURS your DESTINATION
The Gang's All Here
What made the holidays for me this year?
Having all of my friends home...and together...for our annual get-together.
Their company is one of the best things in my life.
UNrules
Clean the kitchen.
Fold the laundry before it wrinkles.
Be a team player.
If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all
Floss, floss, floss.
Save, save, save.
Rules, rules, rules.
We need some UNrules to help us UNwind.
Tired of being sweet?
The UNrule: Say what you think instead of sugarcoating difficult conversations.
Are you always a peacemaker?
The UNrule: Drop out of friend dramas and let them work it out or go to war without you.
Putting your life on hold until you have enough security?
The UNrule: Safety is subject to instant change.
Plan for the future but make your present perfect.
Start being unruly, truly you.
Longing For Christmas' Past
Just as they are every year, the holidays were a crazy whirlwind. Only this year, they lacked something once again: Christmas cheer.
Since Thanksgiving it has felt as if a dark cloud has made a permanent home over 667 Webster Street - a cloud I've tried to ignore - but you can only overlook such a feeling for so long...
For the second year in a row, I felt the ache of missing her more than ever. The house was decorated with Christmas carolers galore, a tree that took over half of the living room, and delicately wrapped presents awaiting the inevitable fate of being torn open on Christmas morning. I thought all of this would help. It didn't.
My dad isn't himself, and hasn't been for a very long time. I want to help him, but have learned that the troubles go far beyond anything I have power over.
Yes, I miss my mom every day. I miss my dad, too, though.
Since Thanksgiving it has felt as if a dark cloud has made a permanent home over 667 Webster Street - a cloud I've tried to ignore - but you can only overlook such a feeling for so long...
For the second year in a row, I felt the ache of missing her more than ever. The house was decorated with Christmas carolers galore, a tree that took over half of the living room, and delicately wrapped presents awaiting the inevitable fate of being torn open on Christmas morning. I thought all of this would help. It didn't.
My dad isn't himself, and hasn't been for a very long time. I want to help him, but have learned that the troubles go far beyond anything I have power over.
Yes, I miss my mom every day. I miss my dad, too, though.
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